Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 15:00:01 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Blind Boy Fun My mom was the secretary at our school. That was not cool. Kids always made fun of me calling me `momma's boy' and even worse shit. It wasn't my fault she worked there. Then two days before school, she asked me to do her a favor. We were getting a new kid who had been going to another school and was transferring to our school. She wanted me to come to school before school even started to show him around. "What's the big deal? He'll figure it out like everyone else." My reputation was bad enough without everyone knowing I went to school a day early. Plus my mom and I weren't on the best of terms right then. She was NOT extending my bed time. I was going into 8th grade and felt I deserved to be able to stay up 30 minutes longer. She disagreed. My dad refused to enter the argument. "You're going to do it. There's nothing to discuss. He needs to be shown around and you're the one who's going to show him around." "Mo-om." "Don't mo-om me. You're going to show him around. He needs to count the steps. He's blind." Blind? As in can't see? As in seeing eye dogs? Blind? "He can't see?" "That's the usual definition of blind. Don't worry; I'll wake you up in plenty of time to get ready." Darn, I have to give up my very last day of sleeping late to some stupid blind kid. After my mom hauls my butt out of bed and takes me to school, he doesn't even show up on time. I beg to go home but my mom won't let me. Finally he comes in with his mom. He wears Oakley sunglasses, Rusty shorts, Vans shoes with no socks and a Quicksilver T-shirt. I have to admit, he looks pretty cool. He is a little taller than me and has darker skin. He doesn't look like he's blind except for the cane. You know, like in the movies. It was a white end and everything. He bangs in around in front of him, even though he's holding on to his moms arm. "Scott, this is Donny. Donny this is Scott." Right away Donny holds out his hand. I grab it and give him a firm handshake. He seems pretty strong. My mom and his mom yak for a while then she gives me our schedule. We are both going to be in the same classes; they arranged it that way on purpose. "Ok, come on." He stands up. "May I hold your arm. Until I know where everything is?" "Yeah, I guess." He just stands there until I get close enough. Somehow he knows and reaches out and touches me. It tickles for some reason. He moves until he has my elbow and says "Ok, I'm ready." I lead him out of the office. "Where do you want to go first?" "How about my first class." I look at the schedule and figure out where we need to be. I walk and he grabs hold of me and taps with his cane in front of him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to run you into anything." "Dude, I'm blind, not deaf. You don't have to talk loud. In fact, I probally have better hearing than you do." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Like you are 1 to 2 inches shorter than me, you are wearing Vans or some other canvas shoe and you have braces." "Shit! How did you know all that?" "Easy. I can tell from your arm, that you are a little shorter than me. I can tell from the sounds your shoes make that you don't have heavy sneakers on. I can tell from your talking that you have braces." "Wow. That's exactly right." "Can I see your face?" "See?" I thought he was blind? "Yeah." He holds his hand right in front of my face without touching it. "Ok." He touches my face. I never knew my face could be so ticklish. He feels my hair and my ears and all over my face. Thank God he's blind and can't see my dick starting to wood up. We go on with the tour. He has me take him everywhere twice, then he does it by himself with me following. I don't know how he remembered everything, but he did it perfect. "Can you show me the bathroom?" I take him. He goes in a stall and I can hear him pee. I pee in the urinal. He finds the flusher and comes back out waiting for me. Then I lead him back to the hallway. "Will you help me a little tomorrow? It will be a lot harder with the halls full of people." "Yeah, sure." So we spend almost every minute together the first week of school. I like him. He invites me over on Friday to spend the night. So my mom says yes as she always does and I get into his car with his mom after school. She thanks me and everything for being so nice to him. He does too. After we get to his house he asks, "Want to go swimming?" "Yeah, but I don't have a suit." "You can use one of mine. Ok?" "Yeah." We go to his room. It's normal, except there's no posters or anything on his walls. That makes sense. "Top drawer, on the left." I open the drawer and pull out a red bathing suit. "There should be a couple of suits there. Pick whatever one you want and give me another one." I give him the red one and grab the blue one for myself. He starts stripping right there. His room door is still open! I shut the door before I start to change. He's already changed when I look back to him. I decide that because he's blind there's really no reason not to change in front of him even though I have a semi. I mean, he can't see IT or anything. He leads me out to the pool without his cane. I guess he knows his way around his own house. He's got a great pool and as we swim and mess around, I even forget he's blind. It freaks me out when he doesn't have his sun glasses on because his eyes don't look in my direction when he's talking. He has a lot more muscles than I do and it shows. I follow him back to his room and shut the door as we go in. He pulls down his wet shorts and stands there naked. "Do I look normal?" he asks. I look at him. He has a good build with no fat. Tons more hair than I do. His balls and dick are just hanging down like mine normally do. I like looking at him there. My dick is hard. "Yeah," my stupid voice jumps up an octave. "You look normal." "My hair, my dick? Does it look like other guys?" "Well, it looks normal to me." "Does it look like yours?" "I guess." "It doesn't look like yours?" "Well I don't have as much hair as you do." "Uh, ok. And the rest?" He means his dick and balls. "Yeah, it looks normal. It looks like mine." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I guess so." This is a pretty weird conversation. "Can I see yours?" See? As in feel? "You mean feel it?" "Yeah. Please." "I don't know Donny." "Please?" "Well, I got a boner." "It's hard?" "Yeah." "Cool." Instead of coming over to me, he starts to play with himself. In a minute, he has a boner too. "Is my boner normal?" It looks good to me. "Yeah." "So can I `see' yours now? Please. You saw mine." "I guess." He comes close. I pull down my shorts. He puts his hand on my belly and slowly slides it down. He gets to my sparse pubes and tickles them a little. God, it feels good. He goes lower and lightly touches my dick. It feels like it might explode. He touches it all over, then moves down to my balls. "I think mine is a little bigger," he says. I have been staring at his the entire time. "Yeah, maybe a little bigger." "You can feel mine if you want." My hand moves to his boner without me telling it to. I gently feel him as he felt me. We stand there holding each other's dick when we hear his mom calling out. "Boys, dinners ready. Come on down." This breaks the moment and we pull on our clothes. After dinner, we sit around and talk a little with his parents. Then he asks me if I want to swim some more and we go up and change. He has a semi. In the pool while we are wrestling, he has me from behind. Then he grabs my dick and quickly swims away. I swim after him and we get into this dick grabbing contest. We get out when his mom tells us too. I get to see his semi when we change back into our clothes, but he doesn't get to `see' mine. We just talk and play chess. I have to tell him my moves and he tells me where he wants his guys to go. He kills me. Eventually, it's time for bed. "You can share with me if that's ok with you." "Yeah, it's cool." He had a Queen size bed. We both get into our boxers and get under the covers. "Aren't you going to turn off the light?" I ask. "Sorry. Didn't know it was on." "Oh yeah, sorry." I get out of bed and turn out the light. When I get back into bed he scoots over close to me. "Can I see yours again? You can see mine." He puts his hand on my chest. I sure don't have to think about that very long. I suggest, "Maybe if we sleep naked, we can `see' each others all night?" "Excellent." We pull down our underwear and spend the entire night `seeing' each other.